Every time I’m around him now, all I want to do is jump him. Since I went to his room the other night, he’s either in my room or I’m in his after everyone’s gone to bed. Since he will be leaving to go back to work soon, I know this isn’t anything serious, but I plan to take advantage of it right up until he leaves. No matter how little sleep I get.
His arm goes around my waist, pulling me to him, his hard chest is against my back, “I said let me see.” He pushes my hand away from my head and kisses the sore spot, “Better?”
He snakes both arms around my waist and hugs me to him, pushing my hair off my neck with his chin he kisses under my ear.
A slight smile plays at my lips when the shiver skittersacross my shoulders, “Not really.”
He kisses my jaw and mumbles, “What do I need to do to make it better?” His lips move to my neck and his hand slides up my stomach to cup my breast in his hand. My whole center is warming up and I push my butt onto the harness I feel through his jeans.
“You’re getting warmer.” I breathe. When he pinches my nipple, my arousal makes me slick. It’s like he flipped a switch, one minute I’m making a grocery list and in the next, my only focus is on feeling him inside me.
His beard is scratchy against my skin and with a playful moan, he bites the skin where my shoulder meets my neck and sucks. “Abso-fucking-lutely perfect,” he whispers in my ear.
A small gasp escapes my lips and my fingers squeeze his arm in front of my stomach. “Mason?” My voice is also nearly a whisper.
“Mm-Hm.” The fingers of his other hand walk my shirt out of my pants and his hand slides under the waistband.
When his finger dips between my slippery folds, my whisper turns to pants. “Pantry. Mason.” I moan again when he slips two fingers inside of me, “In the pantry.”
“Mmmm, so.”
He slips his other hand under my shirt and pulls my bra to the side so he can massage my breast in his palm while he pinches my nipple. “Oh, God.” My hips are pushing against his hand.
“Nope, just me, darlin’.” His breath is hot on my cheek and his stubble scratches my ear. He slides his finger over my clit, massaging the little bundle of nerves.
Suddenly, he spins me around to face him, his arm still looped around my waist and his hand firm on my back, I look up into his eyes in question. Desire is in his eyes and one side of his mouth tips up, “I like to watch your beautiful face whenyou come.”
His lips crash into mine and he unbuttons my pants before he slides his hand back in, three fingers sink into me, and I gasp and let my head fall back. His lips go to my neck, and I start moving my hips to ride his hand.
I’m so close, my nails bite into the skin on his shoulders through his flannel shirt. “Mason.” I pant.
His lips slide to my ear, “That’s right, darlin’, come for me.”
My core feels like it’s about to explode and I grip his shoulders harder and set my forehead next to his neck, my pants getting harder with each movement of his fingers.
“Look at me.” He orders, his voice low, and I lift my head to look into those beautiful blue eyes as I fall apart on his hand. My knees buckle and his arm around my waist tightens, “I got ya.”
When I regain my feet, he moves his hands to my waist and kisses me again. Sliding my hand into the short hair on his nape, I trail my other hand down his chest to the button on his jeans. He grabs my hand and mumbles in my mouth, “I don’t have a condom on me.”
Pulling my head back, I say, “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, because you can do that anytime you want, but you came into the pantry to give me a half-afternoon delight and that’s all?”
His smile spreads across his gorgeous face, “That wasn’t my intention, but when I’m around you I can’t seem to keep my hands to myself.”
Volleying my eyes between his, I tip one side of my lips up and look at him through my eyelashes. I roll onto my tip toes to kiss his chin and then I trail kisses down the front of his t-shirt until I’m on my knees.
Keeping my eyes locked on his, I unbutton his jeans and reach my hand in to grasp his thick, hard shaft. He hisses andthen turns his head to the open door before he stretches his long arm to push it closed.
When I shimmy his jeans down just enough to set him free, there is a bead of precum on the head and I flatten my tongue to lick from the underside of his head to the tip before I suck the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip.
He slaps his palm against the wall and tips his head back as he moans, “Fuck me.”
Using my hand to pump the base of his shaft while I suck and swirl around the head, I suck my cheeks in and let him pop out of my mouth. His eyes dip to meet mine again and I slide the tip of my tongue across the tip.
Sucking him back into my mouth, I slide my lips down until his head hits the back of my throat each time I move up and back down. He starts to move his hips, and I slide my mouth over him at his pace, he fists my hair and pushes to the back of my throat.
“Fuck, darlin’, I’m gonna come.” He moans and his grip on my hair tightens.
I respond by hollowing my cheeks out and sucking harder for the next two strokes.
